Soh grew up in the horde. Working as a tinkerer/scavaneger from a very early age constantly skittering around the desert looking for fuel to make her inventions and create new things. Her specific fascination being that of weaponry things that slice things that go boom things that can destroy. Afterall the Uruk where stronger than her and the Olag even stronger so she made things that could give the goblins an edge let them fight in the big battles their brothers and sisters got to enjoy. Even if none of her inventions ever went anywhere or where denied by the leaders. This of course slightly infuriated Soh who then during a night of the whirlwind of her brain she decided to leave the horde. To find better tools find better weapons hoping to bring them back one day and show them her great creations and that is why shes in Azuras. To find better weapons!
The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
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Soh's eyes dart across the room. A constant scan of everything. Every material every nail every piece of plywood that made up this shack. Constantly thinking of improvements of ways to make this place more sturdy. A constant expression of judgement on her face as she sits in the chair that creaks due to its age. Eyes darting back up to meet the old woman. Scanning their face making a mental judgement of their age their appearance how she could slash their throat and no one would be none the wiser. So she could figure out what color they bleed. Is it red is it blue is it purple!
"No Bad Soh."
She says telling herself off for the bloodlust that was creeping in her mind. As she kicks her feet against the chair pinching her thigh with her hand to quell the rage that was constantly building up inside of her.
"Im Soh! Im from the Horde. I make things that go boom! Nice to meet you."
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